Looking at his granddaughter, who had matured considerably, Ōnoki suddenly seemed to remember something. A gleam flashed through his eyes, and he changed the subject, his tone turning probing.
"Speaking of which, Kurotsuchi, your relationship with Uchiha Yao... how far has it progressed?"
Kurotsuchi raised an eyebrow. "Grandpa, why are you asking?"
"Oh, I'm only thinking of you." Ōnoki stroked his beard leisurely. "You're old enough to start a family. Although those fools nearly wiped out the Uchiha Clan, that boy's bloodline is there for all to see. If it could be combined with our Ōnoki clan's Kekkei Genkai, just imagine the descendants you could produce!"
Kurotsuchi's face visibly reddened. She gritted her teeth. "Grandpa! You... what are you saying!"
"What's the rush? I'm serious." Ōnoki leaned back comfortably in his chair, his eyes shining like a go master plotting his future moves. "Think about it. If you and that boy had a child who inherited our Ōnoki clan's powerful Kekkei Genkai along with the Uchiha Clan's terrifying ocular power, wouldn't the next era of the Ninja World bear our Ōnoki name? Once Yao has had his glory in this generation, our descendants could naturally take his place. That's quite a bargain."
Kurotsuchi was red all the way down to her neck. She took a deep breath, strode forward two steps, and without hesitation grabbed the few remaining hairs atop Ōnoki's head and yanked hard.
"Ow-you unfilial granddaughter!" Ōnoki jumped up, clutching his head. "I barely have any hair left!"
"If you keep spouting nonsense, you won't even keep those few!" Kurotsuchi released him irritably, snorted, and turned away, her earlobes still tinged pink. After a moment's silence, she said quietly, "Lady Tsunade and I have analyzed this issue... his level of existence is far above that of ordinary people.